ONE

Momentarily distracted by the wonders of the Wizard Bank, Gringotts, Savanah Walsh continued walking down the crowded Diagon Alley. Her coin pouch in her pocket jingling with each step.

Finding herself setting course to the Florean Forstercue's Ice Cream Parlor, one of which she knew very well, to meet her fellow third years, her eyes once again wondered to the sides of the street. Her eyes froze on a set of dress robes, inside the shop window of Madam Malkin's, that were of a deep green shade. Like the dark forests.

Savanah had so far enjoyed her alone time, but it was now time to go and hear about her friend's new boyfrien-

The new books that she had just gotten, that she had paid so much for, fell to the ground. Savanah squealed. Her new books!

"Watch where you are going, Hufflepuff!" whomever had bumped into her said-or more rather yelled.

"You wouldn't know a pureblood when you see one, jerk!" Savanah muttered under her breath. Pushing her hair behind her ears, she picked up the three scattered expensive spell books and stood up. She looked at the careless person.

He was stunningly gorgeous. His white blonde locks fell over his face loosely, covering his intense metallic gray eyes.

The boy looked her over good before continuing:

"What did you say?" he asked, more kindly, but not really. It was to be expected from some stupid Gryffindor, to be rude to a Slytherin.

"Huh?" she asked, shaking her head, forcing some of the inappropriate thoughts out of her head that had just appeared there about this stunning looking boy.

"When you were picking up your books. You said something. I heard jerk and pureblood, were you talking about me?" he practically demanded, but he was smirking. Savanah got a longing to wipe that smirk off his face, and she didn't mean with words; she hadn't done anything to him, yet he was being rude. How dare he?

"Like I would tell you. Get myself cursed or something like that…" she muttered under her breath once more, muffling it so he couldn't understand.

"You'd best not make that a habit, Hufflepuff!" he frowned.

"I'll do what I please. No, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to do than converse with a bloody Gryffindor, and a stupid one at that. Big waste of my bloody time!" she bellowed at him while starting to walk again, her books once more clutched safely at her chest.

"You confuse me with a Gryffindor? Tell me your house, Hufflepuff Princess. And try not to lie."

"I am NOT a Hufflepuff! I am a bloody Slytherin!" Seeing now that the argument between her and this boy had become a public entertainment act, she lowered her voice and muttered to herself, "Shut up, you're embarrassing yourself-"

"I told you not to lie. And I know your lying because I am a Slytherin! Just tell me your house!" he ordered. There were only several feet between them, but their voices were raised and angered.

"I AM a Slytherin, it's your choice not to believe me," Savanah insisted, turning away from him, wanting no more of the conversation.

Turning on a long, thin alley, she started down it, it was the quickest way to the ice cream parlor and few knew it.

About a quarter of the way down the alley, she heard footsteps behind her. That was odd…people barely ever used this alley. Normally they walk all the way around.

Savanah heard the footstep quicken.

No problem…

She pulled out her wand slowly, so the person behind her could not see.

"Hey…uh, Hufflepuff! Stop!"

Savanah groaned, not him again. But she stopped all the same and waited, not turning.

Savanah replaced her wand. When the footsteps were near right behind her, she heard her own breathing and heart stop.

"So you say you're a Slytherin…what's your name?" the boy asked.

"Savanah Walsh," she murmured and continued walking.

Savanah heard footsteps quickly tapping in a run, coming after her.

Just as she regretted, a hand grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to turn and face him.

"Look," she whispered, meeting his eyes, "I have places to be, and I do not have time to converse with a jerk who called me a mudblood-" she stopped and watched his eyes change to a metallic color. Whoa, that was cool.

"You're mistaken," he said simply.

"Huh?" she murmured, not removing her eyes from his, not that she wasn't trying.

"I never called you a mudblood," he insisted.

"It was implied," she hissed, adding, "Bloody Gryffindor," under her breath, now able to break away from his eyes, but now they only moved over his gorgeous face, which was even worse.

"Stop calling me a Gryffindor!" he ordered.

Breaking the contact of his hand, which still lay on her shoulder, she turned and once more continued walking.

There they were again-the footsteps…oh! There was the hand, on her shoulder.

"What do you want?" she spat as soon as she turned to face him.

"An answer," he said simply, smirking.

"Ou! Very clever! Now, ask your damn question!"

"Why haven't I seen you around?" he said, dropping his smirk.

"I'm a third year," she said, not saying the real reason why he might not remember her. "Any more of your fricking questions ?"

"No, I'm Draco, by the way, Draco Malfoy," he said softly, evidently pleased with himself. He stepped around her, standing in her way, and stuck out his hand.

Please review! I wrote this when I was thirteen, but I thought some of you might still enjoy it. :)